A nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five three-line stanzas (tercets) followed by a final, four-line stanza (quatrain). The first and third lines of the first stanza rhyme with each other and are repeated throughout the poem (although they can be varied a little): the first line of the first stanza is the last line of the second and fourth stanzas, and the third line of the first stanza is the last line of the third and fifth stanzas. The two lines then form the last couplet of the final stanza. The first and last lines of all the stanza rhyme with each other, and the second lines of all stanzas also rhyme with each other. However hard anyone tries to make it sound simple, it is always a lot clearer to understand what a villanelle is by looking at one rather than looking at a description of what one is!
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Work hard, be conscientious, be afraid
Your life won't be worth living if you fail
The only thing that matters is your grade
Feel guilty for each error you have made
Learn quotes by rote and don't stop to exhale
Work hard, be conscientious, be afraid
Of falling short of A-star accolade
Don't eat, don't sleep, travail your skin to pale
The only thing that matters is your grade
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The Pfizer guys are haggling with the NICE
And while they talk, the cancer spreads again
You’ll get your pills when they’ve agreed a price
You’ll get your answer when they’ve rolled their dice
And dealt your hand out in their counting den
The Pfizer guys are haggling with the NICE
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The warming of oceans by greenhouse gases emitted by human activity has caused large-scale death of coral reefs. A hat tip to Dylan Thomas' 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Dark Night', as I nicked his villanelle refrain.
Do not concede the gentle coral's grief
Attend the lessons nature has to teach
Rage, rage against the dying of the reef
Great oceans flow too warm and not too brief
So polyps spit out algae, turn to bleach
And gentle corals fade to death-white grief
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A villanelle about the Aberfan coal mining disaster, in which 144 people, including 116 school children, died when a coal mining waste tip collapsed. There was a lot of anger at the National Coal Board for its neglect of safety, and at the inquest, one father insisted, "I want it recorded – "Buried alive by the National Coal Board." That is what I want to see on the record. That is the feeling of those present. Those are the words we want to go on the certificate."
The miner insisted the coroner record
The Pantglas School building a homicide scene
They were buried alive by the National Coal Board
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We are not heroes, not the valiant sort
We let them take us, fell in to survive
The heroes are the ones who stood and fought
Our bodies packed together frail support
The nudging of her foot kept me alive
But we're not heroes, not the valiant sort
Our best fought underground, our martyrs caught
Resistance from the shadows, fire and strive
The heroes are the ones who stayed and fought
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The life expectancy of a Black trans woman in the USA is just 35. This is a villanelle about that shocking statistic.
Black boys grown women fighting to survive
In freedom's land are some folks not allowed
To live beyond the age of thirty-five?
Dysphoria and prejudice connive
From gender manacles to funeral shroud
Black boys grown women fighting to survive
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For those with powerful poignant tale to tell
Outsiders seeking structure so sublime
A strong expressive form is villanelle
Its lines repeat like sounding of a bell
Each tercet ends with alternating chime
For those with powerful poignant tale to tell
It saves us from unstructured rhymeless hell
So modernists disdain its fixed-form crime
So villainous a form is villanelle
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When I visited the Port of Antwerp in October 2014 with the ETF Women's Committee, we were due to go to a particular terminal - but it was closed, after a seafarer was killed while a ship was being loaded the previous day. The port is staffed only by registered dockers, under rules similar to the UK's National Dock Labour Scheme, abolished by the Tories in the 1980s.
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This story is about residents objecting to a care home for autistic adults in their street. I wanted to write a poem expressing my upset that people could take a stance like this, and finally settled on a poetic form called the Villanelle:
